I left my heart in Georgia in the rain.
I left my heart in Georgia in the rain.
Got to see the sunset in Georgia last week. From the rooftop of the Georgia Theatre in Athens.
Meghann Wright & The Sure Thing
A quick press shoot I did of these babes about a month ago. They just got back from their kickoff tour a few days ago. I’ve never laughed as much as I did for this shoot.
This red headed, rock n roll powerhouse of a woman released her full length record last summer! The tour for this record starts this week. Last summer she went on the road for Vans Warped Tour. I have the extraordinary honor of having this lady as my friend. Every show of her’s that I see is filled with energy, and a crowd that shakes the room.
I can’t exactly remember the first time I heard the record in it’s entirety. Probably on one of my quiet nights at home alone with music. “Cocaine” is surly an anthem to the anarchy of a good night with friends and drunken misadventures. I know I’ve succeded in recreating that song a time or two before. But songs like “Motorcycle Drive By” and “Left My Heart In Brooklyn” are the kind of songs that split me open and left me thinking about my life in the past couple of years. (Sometimes with booze in hand.)
My emotional repercussions aside from this record; it’s a masterpiece of emotions. Her voice gropes your inner rock star in a way that makes you can’t help but sing and dance along.
Meghann is also going on tour with her band, The Sure Thing! Check this out for tour dates in your town. The music videos are also available on her website.
I’ve waiting over a year to hear this record from some of my favorite people. This bright announcement in the confusing winter that we’ve been having over here in nyc. It was well worth the wait and I chose the perfect time to listen to it. As disheartened as I was to not be able to attend the record release show at Rockwood, I send my love and put my preorder in just the same.
It’s Friday morning and I’m restless already. In my cold, under caffeinated and over active mind. At same point in my limbo of quiet I got the notification of the record being on Spotify. Uninterrupted, I’m listening to this record in the sanctity of a dark winter morning. This drifting melody encompasses the feeling of the record as a whole. Mal de mer; seasickness. The cover alluding to the feeling of a lover’s touch drifting with your being. It’s an experience that is personal, something so serene that you can physically feel a calm, an energy engulf you. Its a comforting record to hear. One that I’ve certainly needed lately.
The production of this record is artful, elegant, gentle. Every song fades into one another. The whole telling this amazing story. Every fade, every little detail is perfectly placed. It feels like an entire record with a purpose.
I’m running out of words to describe this record without being an emotional, fawning fan. But I am. It’s amazing and I am incredibly proud of it and being able to know these amazing musicians in real life.
West Village, NYC
My Christmas present from my partner! It’s absolutely perfect. The love child of my nostalgia, digital, and film photography loves.
Here it is! The energies of my best boys all well and put together into a record. Done on the low, with only a few teases here and there. Out of the bands I work with, These guys have my heart. I’m incredibly proud of them and the work that went into this. Released at Rockwood Music Hall in the Lower East Side of NYC, the Travelers certainly have the adventures to back up their name.
A mix of ripped audio from a man giving a speech; the narrative that is The Spaceman Cometh certainly stands alone. With rhythms that quake and shake up your inner voice, this record only gives a taste to what their lives performances can bring.
The boys certainly put their own unique styles into what they do. From being classically trained and from the streets of Philly. They’ve gone far and wide both on the mileage and the journeys of creativity. There is a synchronized harmony between them. Vibin and rockin, holy moley, holy roll, can’t you feel that travel music hit your soul. I’ve heard everything on this album countless times before and I can hear something new every time.
Albany, New York
We drove through the night to get here. Only 3 hours. The guys came to get me at 3am from my house. I was trying to rest and edit but obviously none of that happened.
I’m currently locked outside in the backyard as I write this on my new iPhone 6+. Its a cool gentle morning, with the sweet lulls of summer breezes in the leaves. The crowd are up and stark, watching me from the tree tops that I can no longer reach. I feel as if this is the most quiet I’m going to get for a while, considering the tour this weekend has only just started and the workload I Left back in my studio.
I made a terrible pot of coffee again. I miss the coffee at work that my coworkers make me with such love. Also amazing latte art.
A bit of a late start getting the guys out of bed and in the car, but we did it. Piled back into the car In between Jon and Parker, with James at the wheel and Kyle in the passenger seat. The weather was stunning! The windows rolled down the whole drive up. In between naps on each other’s shoulders we were trying to find food off of 87. So we turned down this winding path of green and tiger lilies. I stuck my head out the window and saw a series of shacks with old antiques. We read a sign that said said restroom and drove up the way. This woman named Holly stepped out and gave us directions to the nearest pit stop. She invited us up onto her deck to see the view of the lake. It seemed as though the rest of the world was at her door.
She was so helpful and let us play with her dogs. We drove down the road and sure enough, Ethell’s Dew Drop Inn was there for us. Holly came back down to us and bought us ice cream.
Finally to Big Jay Tavern! All the way up north in Montgomery, Vermont. It was a cozy cabin like restaurant with the creek right outside the back door. The mountains across on the open field bled into the night and dipped behind the mist. Storms came through the stars.
We set down out things in the rooms upstairs.whitney was our hostess for the night, and she was honestly amazing. I napped for a bit and we enjoyed the quiet if the evening.
We ate a tables worth of food overlooking the brook outside the window. String lights refleclted warmth on the glass through the overcast.
We seemed pretty doubtful of the crowd at first. Because it was dinner time and people were with their families and children. We’re not exactly a PG rated band considering our repitoire. Outside there was a mountain bike tossing competition. Just all repeating characters in t-shirts that were too big, fishing hats, and budweiser beer cozies. Oh, the north. But once those guys came in everything crescendoed into the night.
Rue asked me early this year to work on this record with him. At first I didn’t think anything of it. After some late night conversations and some time in between, we started talking about the feel of this new record.
Firs of all, thank you to everyone who donated to the Indiegogo Campaign to help Rue and I finish this record.
I still have all the little notes scrawled about my notebooks on how he wanted everything done.
This record has meant a lot for me to work on. It’s my first real project from the amazing group of musicians and friend’s I’ve come to know from New Year’s Eve in Brooklyn. At the time I was still living in Manhattan. After the record came out, I moved to Long Island City. It’s meant a lot to me to have the words Leaving to Returning resonate with my personal life outside of the making of the record.
If you want to buy the record or catch Rue live on tour, here ya go.
Help me and Rue get this new record out!
Meghann Wright & The Green Gallows
The Studio at Webster Hall
What a pleasant surprise for me to come from a long workday to find this on my newsfeed! Something real sweet, real beautiful. Any one of my friends can tell you how much we love hearing the ever amazing Eric Wilson Harris sing us into the future to far off galaxies of melodies as a Sky Captain of Industry. Now, I am a firm believer that when you hear live music; especially in small venues, there’s something personal going on between you and the musician. I recognize the background being the stage at Pete’s Candy Store in Williamsburg. I first saw E.W. Harris play here in November. This live collection makes me feel just as amazed as the first time I saw him. All my love to this, and to him. Can’t wait to hear what comes next!
Coney Island Boardwalk, Brooklyn
Photo by: Tony Long